The Birds
May 14, 2019
2 minutes
By Capt. Bill Pike
he problem had been gnawing at me for months. At first, there was just a plop here and there. Then it was a bunch of plops. Then bunches of plops. And what did I do? I endured it, blasting the stuff off during washdowns—removing residual stains with rueful shots of bleach (I know, bleach is bad, bad, bad)—and mopping up with
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